Top Ten Tuesday was created by The Broke and the Bookish in June of 2010 and moved to That Artsy Reader Girl in January of 2018. It was born of a love of lists, a love of books, and a desire to bring bookish friends together. For the list of past topics and future schedule, click here.
Books with Sensory Reading Memories
Today’s topic is about books that are linked to very specific memories for you: where you were, what time of year it was, who you were with, what you were eating, what you were feeling, what you were seeing, etc.
I feel like I’ve talked about most of these several times throughout the last 5 years…
I read these two when I was in 6th grade. I knew they were so taboo for me to read at that age, so I first read them and I’d stay up late at night until I heard my mom come home around midnight or 1 am. A few times I almost got caught! When I’d hear her pull up, I’d shove the book under my mattress, turn out the reading light, and roll over and pretend to be asleep. She never actually caught me, except there was one time I wasn’t fast enough to get the light out and back in bed. I feigned something or other as to why I was still up. Then I’d re-read them in the summer because I didn’t have books because school was out. I’d spend all of the hot Texas summer morning curled up on my bunk bed reading and I was left alone for the most part, which surprises me now in hindsight.
I read Looking for Alaska for a required adolescent literature class. It was a spring semester course. I read the book about six months before my cousin committed suicide. I have inexplicable ties to this book because of that. If I had picked up this book AFTER, I never would have finished it. In the days and weeks after we laid him to rest, I scavenged this book so hard for passages I thought would give me the answers, just like Pudge did in the book to seek out his answers. For the longest time I kept this book on my headboard (it is like a little bookcase with two compartments and the top shelf). I have now put it back on the bookcase.
I fell in love with a little guttersnape named Jacky Faber in high school. My school library had the first two books, if I remember correctly. I discovered them my junior or senior year and re-read them again before graduating, The books in this series were the first books I ever sought out to buy when I went to college. Up until then, I didn’t really have any of my own books (except my baby books boxed up in storage). I’d always checked out books from the library. I was fascinated with the story of Jacky – Bloody Jack – and all of her adventures and scrapes. I still am. 🙂
I didn’t read Harry Potter until I graduated college. I used my new-fangled Kindle Lending Library to read the series. I didn’t know how it worked, so I was pissed when I finished the first book in January 2013 and I couldn’t immediately go on to the next book. It was a long seven months. At this time I was living with my fiance in his crappy apartment with his rude ass roommate who trained dogs and left them to bark all hours of the day and night. I spent most of my time sitting on the floor in front of the couch reading my books and figuring out how all this blog stuff worked.